she held an hour by it’s corners,
shook it into the air, and draped it
across the floor. she licked her
bottom lip and diluted her body to paint,
then stepped onto the floor with pointed
toes, arms arched and raised,
a brown bassinet for the sun.
i ask you this: what color is it
at one twenty three
and what song shakes her free?
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